Mosquito Poem

Performed best when read with an increasingly dramatized voice, with frequent and intense glances at the listener

Blinding light, tumbling air

Blue above, beige below

Round

And round we go.

We were all going–hurtling

To where, I don’t know

Then I see it–

Heat waves dance off skin

Swirling twirling

Rushing with joy! –I reach

And land

I go in for a snack

Then

SMACK!– Black

And the sound of “yessss” in my ear

Then I was gone

And so it was, a bug’s life–

Done.